[versailles]

fuzzkit isn't sure why he's in the kit corner, if he's completely honest. rolling a mossball from side to side, he can't help but feel.. off. he isn't able to explain why - but the kit corner was calling his name today, instead of the warrior's den or clearing. for a second, he thought there was something off about the kit corner. maybe someone was inside, waiting for him? no, it's him that's off. eeeewww, i don't make sense. i feel gross!!he thinks with a loud groan, slapping the mossball away in frustration. "i'll just go find roosterdude and see what he's doing...or go find some cool kits." the mottled kit murmurs, frown replacing his usual toothy grin as he stands.

he takes a moment to look at the wave of kits in the den, ear twitching. surely there was somebody cool in here, right?? the thought leaves his mind once he's suddenly nudged, and hw whips around to face whoever tapped him. bright eyes land on some.. dude.. he's not sure who, honestly, but it's obviously a thunderbuddy. gorsefoot or something. he scrunches his nose, holding his chin high as he narrows his eyes at the warrior. who'd this guy think he was? "hey!! i have a name, you know. it's FUZZKIT!" he retorts sharply, brows knitted together, huffing. seriously, what is it with so many jerk warriors and emo ones!!

he looks gorsefeather up and down, judgement glinting in his eyes. "what do you want, huh? I'm busy...with..business..!!" he inquires with a small tilt of his head. obviously, he is not busy, just very salty.

[ @mooncake ]